Or more rather Games of Commonwealth. One day we’re buzzing about tickets going on sale, websites over-loaded, and the next being told You’re Out. So this article over at Bella caught my eye, and as time is short for anything remotely creative I offer it up as reading material:
I have to say I do tend to agree. It is not a bad club from which to be excluded, though it has to be noted that it is made up of nations becoming independent of London rule, and that’s not a bad body to aspire to join.
But I’ll not lose sleep over it either way, nor will I lose sleep over ticketing ballots or offer to pay £10 per second for a fleeting glimpse of Mr Bolt, should he decide to appear.
Oh no, for I’m more concerned with trivial matters; such as this one. So why does it cost more to fill my oil tank than yours? And I see The Genealogist’s finger twitching nervously over the On Switch now that Summer’s Over and The Urchins are being over-heated in the classroom.
So researches over heat pumps, solar panels and whatnots are on the burner once again. You can keep your Commonwealth; I’ll have some Common Weal, please.